We Journey Through Our Lives,

The single feather,

That flutters so feebly,

In the calm breeze,

As if time would almost freeze.

The softest wind,

That escapes my lips,

The feather rising high,

And low,

From the ever-changing tide,

Of the rhythm of time.

I lived in the blue,

In the dawn’s view,

It felt so true,

No need for rue,

No need for clues,

No need for time,

I just want to live,

The moment,

In my own solitude.

Jumping Trout by TheHen

The annual salmon,

The jumping trout,

Who swim upriver,

In and out,

For one can see endeavor,

That seems to take forever,

It sure is not clever,

There could be some way better.

The falling cascade,

Of streaming water,

The power it takes,

To reach the lake,

No, even if the trout jumped higher,

Even with all that desire,

No one can be better,

Than the leading sire.

Day after day,

Despite being eaten away,

The trout jump on,

Without any way,

The seagulls diving in and out,

Though never broken away,

The jumping trout,

Live for the future,

In hopes for anything better.

Fortitude

There is helpless heartbreak,

Ripples in the endless lone lake,

The scattering of light,

Swift, unsteady, the wind,

Drifting above the clouds.

It's so hard,

To see the kindle,

The hope,

When you spend time,

In solace,

Solitude,

Till the day when,

The world's upside down,

The water from the skies,

Threatening to drown,

There are soft cries,

Of people who lie,

Who only say,

I give up.

But it is said,

That life's light waits in its stead,

That maybe sacrifice,

Is worth something.

Even if tolerance is finite,

Maybe it's worth fighting,

To face it all,

To save someone,

To know that you tried,

In fortitude.

You can't blame yourself for not knowing,

If you didn't even begin to learn it. -Unknown

The silence spoken,

Means more than words and actions,

Our thoughts say it all.

I remember the day, when I opened the door,

And I looked upon a cat, upon the soaked floor,

It’s abyssal fur frizzled, the color of midnight,

The yellow eyes, with a tint of light,

Stared at me, with unknown resilience,

Testing me for something that I ought to know,

Yet, suddenly it began to snow,

Flurries, soft, and gentle,

And when they smothered the night,

It blanketed the cat,

Who plodded inside,

Who had the slyest smile,

Who came to my legs, and leaned its head,

The purring ever so slightly,

The little paws gripping on tightly,

The stray cat, so calm, so warm,

Its breathing body strong amidst the cold,

And it fell asleep within my home.

Slivers trail,

Behind rivers,

Stunned shivers,

Behind quivers,

Foreign, unknown,

Answers unshown,

The moon’s phase,

No trace,

Give chase,

Sun and moon,

Voices croon,

Too frail,

Set sail,

Always prevail,

Too soon,

Watch the moon,

The sun’s noon.

Although we are filled with worries,

There's this presence,

That sways in the breeze,

Creeping along the unknown lands,

Calling a name,

That seems to be familar,

Yet impossible to place.

Maybe we just believe,

That we are submerged in what we perceive,

Maybe we all live in denial,

Of reality's truth.

Would piercing one's heart with an arrow,

Be any different than with words?